I retreated back inside as Erica left, knowing I had to face my mother and convince her abandoning the coven wasn't the way to deal with the Dumonts. As I entered the kitchen, I came face-to-face with the twins.

Estelle (or was it Esther? I'd never learn to tell them apart) eyed me like a bug she wanted to squish, but her sister paused, a sad expression pulling her lips down so far I feared they'd slide right off her face.

"You must convince your mother." She gripped my ...